SKINNIES

Just a Dream! Click this link to join us on WhatsApp  Skinnies Update Just as a man would glue his calendar unto the wall, Obina and his accomplices were tightly tied to the brown oil drums which were standing even more gallantly than a well-trained military man, at the execution ground in the sunny Thursday's noon. Passers-by and onlookers took pity on him and his fellow crooks as they watched. Obina, a fair-complexioned budding man who was in his late teen years had lived most of his lifetimes miserably. The frowning look on his face was an enough proof that he never regretted any of his actions. As he stared at the firing squad who were awaiting the order to shoot, old memories flooded his mind just like stars do to the sky at night.  Click this link to join us on WhatsApp  Skinnies Update Obina thought of how he lost his parents in a road accident one Saturday's evening while returning from a relative's place. He was only ten years old then and was in Jss ...